Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.